#AmericanWriters
797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies - Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize - Whose Allies go no more astray
897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
523 Sweet — You forgot — but I rememb… Every time — for Two — So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You —
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
780 The Truth — is stirless — Other force — may be presumed to m… This — then — is best for confiden… When oldest Cedars swerve —
983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
’Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock— A short relief to have the wind Walk boldly up and knock— Diversion from the Dying Theme
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead